So you may know what I’m referring to just by the title alone. Seriously. I am generally an upbeat, optomistic, stick to my diet kind of gal. But every month, every single gosh darn month, I hit that road block. PleaseputmeoutofmymiseryMS.

I’m serious here. This is me over the past couple of days…

Phyiscally
Can barely breath in my new jeans that are a size down. Furiously wondering if I’m gaining weight back.

Eating anything and everything that is not nailed down, and am still hungry.

Lower back pain/breast tenderness

Extra moody and irritable and I take it out on anyone within range.

Emotionally
Thinking that I must be some no-talent writer who’ll never make it far in this industry.

Thinking I’ll never meet a man and forget what a penis looks like

Wondering if my hymen has grown back and I’m considered a virgin again

I go through this EVERY MONTH. Once a month. And then, I wake up one day and I’m not as bloated. I’m not eating like it’s going out of style. And most of all, I realize I’m not a sucky writer and my time will come some day. And that one kills me. Because I swear, until I recognized it was the devil–I mean PMS–making me go into that emotional slump for a few days during the month, it nearly debilitated me. I wouldn’t even write.

I’m at the point where I recognize when I hit that time of the month. I really try and ban all bad thoughts. Put up a wall so they don’t get through. I eat like a mad fool if I need to, but just try and eat good choices. I can handle PMS now. We’ve come to an understanding. I just…plan ahead like it’s doomsday. Once a month. Being a woman can suck at times.

:wtf:

But maybe it’s not like this for you? Maybe you’re Pollyanna when you’re PMS’ing. Or maybe you’re blessed and in menopause?